You look so pretty
Begging from beneath my boot...

To believe that the arcane walk among us
May seem foolish to some...

Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...

Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...

The wind swirls around me,
Leaves raining down while the cyclone whispers...

She feels the ground sigh beneath her
As she weaves in and out of trees so tall...